The Broken King's Silent Obsession
I am Cipher, an elite operative, but the world knows me as Evita Peck-the mute, illegitimate liability of a powerful political dynasty. To protect my sister and maintain my cover, I played the role of a fragile, broken doll, enduring my stepmother's abuse in silence.
Everything shattered at a high-stakes gala when my stepmother forced a drugged cocktail down my throat to sell me to a wealthy donor for campaign funds. Fighting the chemical haze, I fled to a restricted suite and collapsed into the arms of the one man I should have avoided: Jedidiah Stone, the paralyzed, reclusive "Broken King."
The drug stripped away my control, leading to a night of desperate passion with the man who was my family's greatest enemy. I escaped at dawn, but I accidentally left behind a bloodstain on his sheets and fled with a classified data chip hidden in his jacket, marking me as a target for the most dangerous security force in the city.
When I returned home, my mother slapped me for the "failed" deal and immediately announced I was being sold into a marriage alliance with the Stone family. Before I could process the horror, Julian Kensington-Jedidiah's deadliest rival-publicly claimed me as his secret fiancée, turning me into a pawn in their brutal corporate war.
I was trapped in a deadly tug-of-war between a man who wanted to use me as a shield and a man who was hunting for the "spy" who had breached his bed. I didn't know how much longer I could play the mute victim while the two most powerful men in the country fought to possess me.
The game reached a breaking point when Jedidiah invoked a "hostile asset acquisition" clause to legally force me to marry him instead of his cousin. Now, I am moving into the Stone estate, realizing that the man I am about to marry is the same man who has sworn to break the very woman I truly am.
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Chapter 4
The water was scalding. Evita stood under the spray in the tiny bathroom of the Brooklyn safe house, scrubbing her skin with a stiff-bristled brush until it turned raw and red. She was trying to wash him off. The scent of sandalwood, the phantom sensation of his hands on her waist-it clung to her like a second skin.
She turned off the water and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles. Tears mixed with the droplets on her face. It wasn't just fear. It was the terrifying realization that for a few hours in the dark, she hadn't been pretending. She had been real. And she had liked it.
A knock on the door made her jump.
"Cipher," a male voice called out. "You're twelve hours late. I was about to scrub the mission."
Evita wrapped a towel around her hair and pulled on a thick bathrobe. She opened the door. Harper was standing there, holding a tablet, his face pale.
She walked past him into the living room, grabbing a tube of heavy-duty concealer from her bag. She began dabbing it onto the bruise on her neck.
"Mission aborted," she signed, her hands moving sharply. "Complications."
"Complications?" Harper scoffed. He shoved the tablet at her. "Look at the news. Vanderbilt Estate is on lockdown. They're saying it's a manhunt for a corporate spy."
Evita's heart skipped a beat. She took the tablet. The headline screamed: STONE SECURITY BREACH.
"Is that you?" Harper asked.
Evita didn't answer. She walked over to the pile of clothes she had discarded on the floor. She picked up the navy jacket.
"Holy shit," Harper breathed. He reached out and touched the fabric. "Is that... Vicuña wool? That's a forty-thousand-dollar jacket."
He flipped the lapel. Embroidered in silver thread were two small letters: J.S.
"J.S.," Harper muttered. He typed furiously on his keyboard. "Jedidiah Stone? The cripple? The recluse?"
Evita sank onto the sofa. The room spun. She had slept with the Broken King.
"If it was him," Harper said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you are in serious trouble. Stone security is Mossad-level. If he finds you..."
"He didn't see my face," Evita said. Her voice was raspy, unused to being used. "It was dark. I was careful."
Harper looked at her, surprised by the sound of her voice. He rarely heard it.
Her burner phone buzzed on the table. It was the specific ringtone assigned to the Peck family. A shrill, demanding chime.
Evita picked it up.
"Where the hell are you?" Eleanora's voice screeched through the speaker. "Cherry said you ran off last night! Do you have any idea how much damage you've caused?"
Evita didn't speak. She tapped the microphone twice with her fingernail. Tap. Tap.
"Get back to D.C. immediately," Eleanora yelled. "I have news for you. And don't you dare make me wait."
The line went dead.
Evita stared at the phone. "She wants me back."
"Don't go," Harper said. "It's a trap. Stay here. We can extract you."
Evita stood up. Her eyes were cold, the fear replaced by a steely resolve. "No. The safest place is right under their noses. Jedidiah Stone is looking for a spy. He won't be looking for the Senator's mute, broken doll."
She began to pack. She took the navy jacket, folded it carefully inside out, and placed it in the hidden bottom compartment of her suitcase.
At the Stone Estate, Quentin stood before Jedidiah's desk.
"The camera feeds weren't looped, sir. They were corrupted. A localized EM pulse fried the recorders for a ninety-second window, exactly when she would have passed the main camera bank. It's not amateur work; it's military-grade stealth tech. We only have a back profile from a distance camera." Quentin hesitated. "We did find that Evita Peck, the Senator's illegitimate daughter, left early. She fits the general build."
Jedidiah looked up from his computer. "The mute?"
"Yes, sir."
Jedidiah let out a short, derisive laugh. "A traumatized girl who can't even speak? You think she deployed an EMP, breached my security, disabled three locks, and cleaned a crime scene?" He shook his head. "Don't waste my time. Check the others."
"Yes, sir."
"But," Jedidiah added, his eyes darkening, "keep an eye on the Peck family. O'Connell was looking for someone last night. There might be a connection."
Evita stepped out of the safe house, wearing an oversized gray sweater and thick-rimmed glasses. Her posture slumped, her gaze vacant. She was Evita Peck again.
A black SUV rolled slowly past the corner. The tinted window lowered an inch, just enough for a pair of eyes to watch her get into a cab.
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
7.8
The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend.
I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken.
As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut.
My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath.
I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart.
How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie?
After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.
9.6
For ten long years, Gloria put up with Victor' Anderson's cold heart, his cheating, and the shame of being a wife he didn't want anymore all to protect their daughter, Annabel. Then one day, she snapped. "I want a divorce," she said. Victor laughed at her, like a cruel joke. To him, Gloria was nothing without his name, his money, his control. Her family depended on him for survival. She came from poor roots and would go back to nothing. "You'll come crawling back," he said with a mean smile. "You always do." But this time, she didn't. With no money, no job skills, and a child to care for, Gloria left her fancy life for a hard, unknown world. She promised to start over, no matter how tough it got. The real world was dark and cruel. Jobs turned her away. Money ran out. Bills piled up. Fear for Annabel's future choked her like a tight grip. In her desperation, she went to the one man she knew was dangerous Lukas Anderson. Victor's younger stepbrother. He was a rich boss, a famous womanizer, a man who broke hearts as easy as he signed deals. For years, he had wanted Gloria, staring at her body, dreaming of her in secret ways. Helping her was simple. Owning her? Even better. "You need money. I need you," he whispered, his voice low and tempting, his hands brushing her skin. "Work for me... and I'll give you what your husband never did. Safety. Power. And pleasure you can't imagine." Now Gloria is stuck between two bad men: the husband who broke her... and the stepbrother who wants to take her body and soul in a storm of dark, hungry sex.
8.2
One night was supposed to be her escape. After catching her ex-boyfriend in the arms of her treacherous stepsister on her twenty-first birthday, Valerie sought the only mercy she could find: the numbing sting of alcohol. But the morning brought no peace-only a shattered spirit, a body marked by a stranger, and a memory wiped clean against her will.
Months later, Valerie is a woman reborn from the wreckage, landing a high-paying role at the prestigious Noir Group. But the dream quickly shifts into a polished nightmare. Her new boss is Ellan Noir-a ruthless CEO whose name commands the city and whose eyes hold an unmistakable, familiar darkness.
When a mistake in the executive lift threatens her career, Ellan offers a devil's bargain: a contract of total submission. To save her best friend Nora's failing heart, Valerie must become his private property, bound to his beck and call 24/7. As office politics bleed into a dangerous game of obsession, Valerie realizes the man who rules her career is the same shadow who owns her past.
Dragged into his world of chaos, Valerie discovers a truth that changes everything She decides to collide with Ellan's business rival y get revenge until she realises she is carrying his child. As she struggles to survive the predators in the Noir family, Ellan fights for his life in a hospital bed. With a baby's life hanging in the balance after a lethal post-birth injection, Valerie must decide if she can save the man who broke her-or if their twisted fate will end in tragedy.
8.3
I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy's naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit.
I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth.
Everything changes when my mother marries Calder Rhys, a billionaire widower seeking stability, not love. Thrust into a world of wealth and rigid expectations, I moved into the Rhys mansion and met Wells, Calder's polished and charismatic son. Drawn to him despite knowing he is unavailable, I mistake attention for affection, unaware that my longing is about to pull me into something far more dangerous.
A single mistake blurs boundaries that should never be crossed.
Caught between a mother who sees me as a liability, an elite society eager to destroy me, and a man whose influence could either protect or ruin me, I must decide who I want to become.